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Inner content

I am a man whose thoughts and foods
Are; “good walls makes good neighbors”
So I can’t break it to you
Fools like me respect boundaries.

With my foolishness comes a soul
Akin to no beau monde blitz…
Without sight there is no offer
If only the face behoves me

I don’t like an empty tea
Beauty is only a skin deep
And when it speaks it should show all
All the hats including cattles.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fifty-nine shades of green

I know of a Nation celebrating fifty-nine
An aftermath of tears, especially mine
Daily, multitudes run away, even foetus will
Rebuke the Nation as if it were the Devil’s kill.

Obviously, this is Nigeria, anything can happen
Every independence day, makes me saddened
Evil that men did in the past is always reborn
Why wouldn’t flowers wither when the Sun is gone

Hate or love it, I’m a Nigerian to the fullness
It is not that I love the pains and the darkness
Neither is it that I can not run away but I got to know
That Nigeria is a marshmallow on many roles

Getting into the characters played by the politicians,
You and I who live lawlessly, taking a chance
Sunset and sunrise, tomorrow will be better so I feel..
No matter how thick our blankets impeding growth may be

We will one day, wake up to see we arrived
Into a city of our dreams and our strives;
Rome wasn’t built in a day, let’s get to it
And abort the years of pain, so Nigeria will be great.

Happy independence day! Nigeria

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Womb Prose: Talking to baby

Many kicks, many pains to battle
Mummy complains; “please be gentle”.

You make me beat my chest; “am the man”
You are my future number one plan.

Lemme go on to catch a grenade;
Love I got for you will never fade…

Allow good genes translates sweet berries
A future without you is barren…

Can’t wait to hear you call me daddy
Call mummy too, she is gladden.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Never stop dreaming

Experience is not hermaphrodite
Knowledge in youth is wisdom at old
Who fathers wit, if experience
Is the mother of wisdom ?

Every giant has a building block,
Millions of sands under the rocks
Certain adages are just headlines
Not all eggs laid are fertilized,

Skills are safer when developed
Attempts and experiences tie knots
To become indispensable
Without them, wisdom is stillborn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Maidens of old time (2)

The old time maidens drove a hard bargain
Their smiles were contagious as their own names
Wooing and getting them were men’s main aim,

Bright-eyed, brushy-tailed many men were bent
Traveling the world to get her some wealth
Praying she accepts values he shall get.

But these days, many sample nakedness
On social medias, ask and you shall get,
Her privacy she flaunts outside her nest.

Stealing of hearts, has been demystified
Give her purse, she’s a digger of gold
Unlike the sweet virtuous maidens of old.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dead men tell lies on May 29th

29th May hurts….!!!
Of what use are boats
If they can not float
Politicians pie
Countless lies on lies.

Lying through the teeth
Out comes the sworn oath
Last lines they recite
The flags are replaced,
Signs of the new race.

Up goes the bullets,
Twenty one loud shots,
Another man to eat
Another zone defaced
To frustrate the new face.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Same air we breath

Both spots differ,
But lines are thin.
Big cities have
Lots of cravings;
Lovely to dwell
Whereas ghettos
Win nothing good
When you compare.
Take a step out
Toss your head up
There is one sun,
Same stars and moon.
Same air we breath
Sharing same depth.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Success overnight

I pray for just a day to come
When I shall wear the best of smiles.
Dance like I have never before,
So the world know a kid is born
Not out of luck but through hard work
My golden pen will be happy,
Top we made it, through thick and thin.

I look forward to such a day
When the green grass will be a grace
And the fruits shall nourish my tracts
For talents had performed and waited
But fate failed to understand
Blessings should not come as disguise
Form of curses, tears, pains and regrets.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Logical Question

Who made evil
Who made the ghost
Of what purpose
Do we all breath
When at the end
We all shall ghost..

Out of His image
We were created.
But some are sweeter
Others are hotter
Individuals
Varies in likes.

He created the earth
And other bodies
Around the sun
In the middle
Of thick darkness
An endless space…

Please do not point
Or refer me to
The book of John
Or Genesis
I wanna know
Who created God?

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Native fly: Grandma’s Pot

Oh what more do I crave
Than a delicious soup,
Awakening my kindred spirit.

Any time, I see or taste
An u’juju soup made
From veronica comforter

It always takes me
Back in time; remembering
My grandmother’s pot.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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